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			<title>Facebooking</title>
			<description>I donot give a damnaboutkittehs,or cutepictures and such. And I do&amp;nbsp;notgive a damnaboutyour views onpoliticalpungencyasmuch. I do&amp;nbsp;notgive a damnaboutthe amount of keysin yourpockets,or thejobs you have stolenlike ag..</description>
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			<title>God Bless Billie Holiday</title>
			<description>But for the smell, thestreet was empty. Hundreds of scattered of papers fluttered around his feet ashe walked, but no other movement was present. Amongst the trash were fliers forthe Chris Owens sex show, where the tourists were promised live sex on stage,but were treated only to something m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/773260/</link>
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			<title>Admit One</title>
			<description>for HoorayForUnderdog's tag line contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/343699/</link>
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			<title>Calling Me</title>
			<description>written for Marilyn Manson</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/341663/</link>
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			<title>On a Thursday Afternoon</title>
			<description>I never knew the father, but Ihad meant to shake his hand.I&amp;rsquo;d see him every day as we passed each other, eachdesignated to a disjoined destination but destined to destiny all the same.The news came in hot sirens on aThursday afternoon.The kid was only eleven, whichby today&amp;rs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/289996/</link>
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			<title>Shine for Me</title>
			<description>An experiment to meet a challenge at the Vicious Circle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/289402/</link>
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			<title>Gnome Part 2</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Sandra, never mind all that.&amp;rdquo; I said, yelling into my cell phone. The neighbor had started his lawnmower and was grinning at me over the noise. B*****d. I ran back to the house to dull the noise. &amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t have time to explain. Just please get over here as fast as you can. I&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/285329/</link>
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			<title>Vicious Star</title>
			<description>A birthday haiku for Cyanskye's Think Fast contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/282341/</link>
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			<title>Gnome Part 1</title>
			<description>This is part of a collaborative project set forth by Haresh Daswani</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/274278/</link>
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			<title>Gnome</title>
			<description>This is part of a collaborative project set forth by Haresh Daswani.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/274275/</link>
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			<title>Reptile</title>
			<description>Abominable cynic, like acyberspace mimic, like anart house critic, alwayshidden behind your walls.Wireless royalty ofdigitized fantasycocooning reality forthe greater anonymity.Mechanical monkey throwings**t at catastrophe anddonning robes of iniquityshielding emerald insan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/261269/</link>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>The Evildoers weren&amp;rsquo;t all bad. This was a proverb that he had to keep reminding himself, day after day. What little faith he still sustained in humanity had become nothing more than an endless droning mantra; a daily prayer with which he seemed to maintain the small portion of sanity that his ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/257691/</link>
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			<title>Lucky</title>
			<description>What happens when a serial killer gets lucky?</description>
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			<title>The American Emperor</title>
			<description>No better than the worstI see you living the curseso many endured beforeyou claimed the first.But, of course, that&amp;rsquo;s not the worst of it.Sent darts into twinsyou popped the violinsas your troops beginto ravage former sins.I can&amp;rsquo;t abide yourconsolations, yourne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/251435/</link>
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			<title>The Wages of Sin</title>
			<description>... is the Death of Passion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/251227/</link>
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			<title>Blasphemy</title>
			<description>loss of faith is not the alternative, it is the result</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/243686/</link>
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			<title>Survival Kit</title>
			<description>Got tired of my television telling mewhat kind of s**t I needto survive.So, Itook a walk through a park;just some time to remarkto the trees, tostrike my center, tocome upon my core, tofind the foundationof me.And, Ifound myself chanting forpeace and justice butthen I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/240873/</link>
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			<title>Cry</title>
			<description>Loon cries at twilightAlone in placidityCry on the morrow</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/240661/</link>
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			<title>March of the Teddy Bears</title>
			<description>For Zoe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/238342/</link>
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			<title>The Truth of Lies (revised)</title>
			<description>a collaboration with luthien7.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/237560/</link>
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			<title>Hack Your Reality</title>
			<description>Reality is a lie.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/237497/</link>
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			<title>Sweat</title>
			<description>It won&amp;rsquo;t matterHow long it takesI&amp;rsquo;m turning the wheelI&amp;rsquo;m slamming the brakes.You&amp;rsquo;re all I want, babyYou know what I needI&amp;rsquo;m coming on topYour flesh is my feed.Drip sweat like red rainIt&amp;rsquo;s hotter than HellThis need for youLike a witch&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/236805/</link>
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			<title>What It Means to Miss New Orleans</title>
			<description>just journaling</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/235031/</link>
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			<title>The HD Lie</title>
			<description>I know you want to get up and do the Humpty Dance!</description>
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			<title>Heavens to Mergatroyd!</title>
			<description>Just what the world needs; another smart-a*s</description>
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			<title>Dead of Night</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a man at the door&amp;nbsp;And he&amp;rsquo;s standing aloneAnd he&amp;rsquo;s staring at stoneIs he simply a drone?There&amp;rsquo;s a man at the doorTeetering to-and-froA vacant puppet showDead not too long agoThere&amp;rsquo;s a man at the doorThere&amp;rsquo;s something in his hand..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/233038/</link>
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			<title>Witness</title>
			<description>for the Fly Who Knew All contest at the Working Writers group</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/231682/</link>
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			<title>Twilight's Sorrow</title>
			<description>Snapshot of twilightMelding within my sorrowBlend my life with death&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/230122/</link>
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			<title>Snowing ... again</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s snowing againUnimaginative prayersWhere is my springtime?&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/230108/</link>
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			<title>Part 3: A Chance Encounter</title>
			<description>Two days before, I was sitting in Lucky Pierre&amp;rsquo;s down on Rue Royal in the Quarter. I usually hung out there when I wasn&amp;rsquo;t needed down to Pete&amp;rsquo;s, because I had this thing for the little chicky what worked behind the bar, named Myrna. She was about as Coon A*s as they come, but she h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/229043/</link>
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			<title>Part 2: The Band Played On</title>
			<description>Some wise guys hate their names. Ben Siegel was like that. He thought that it was demeaning and that it had been glued to him by the press. The feds knew he hated his nickname, so they paid off the papers to use the name on a regular basis. Nobody that was close to him, or had a brain in their head,..</description>
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			<title>Part 1: The Pig</title>
			<description>I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the one who killed the guy. Yeah, I was in on it. I carried the bag, so to speak. But I never laid a hand on the poor b*****d while he was still kicking. That&amp;rsquo;s why I was able to get off the way I did. Well, there&amp;rsquo;s that, plus it didn&amp;rsquo;t hurt none that I told the cops..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/229037/</link>
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			<title>The Dogs of Jumpstreet</title>
			<description>Every Dog Has His Day</description>
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			<title>I Work</title>
			<description>I frown;I&amp;rsquo;m paid to grin like an idiot.The tide is low,I smoke a cigarette.The frown deepens,the tide is higher.I smile as I touch the gun in my pocket.Tomorrow will be different.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/228796/</link>
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			<title>A Sense of Order</title>
			<description>an Indian summer epiphany</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/227712/</link>
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			<title>The Knowing</title>
			<description>apathetic rejection</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/225770/</link>
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			<title>Touching Grace</title>
			<description>To walk across the small hills&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and succulent valleys of your body&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is to know the wonders of the gods.Your taste is nothing short of ambrosia,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; your mouth, the eternal spring from which&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the essence of love ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/225767/</link>
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			<title>The Theory of Og-olution</title>
			<description>religious opinion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/225171/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: The Quickening</title>
			<description>Save for his Uncle Francis, Jean loved no one. He had become jaded by love early in life, after his father had been brought before the king&amp;rsquo;s firing squad for treason. Andre Nau had been an advisor to the high counsel of King Louis XIV. Not exactly the King&amp;rsquo;s Ears &amp;ndash; a position that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/225040/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Blood and Wine</title>
			<description>A note from the author:Cry for Tortuga is a working trilogy about the Golden Age of Piracy. In our current age of fictional, zombie-fighting Pirates of the Caribbean, I thought it would be refreshing to write about real pirates. Pirates who were not the romantic visions of swashbuckling Robin Hood..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/224800/</link>
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			<title>Cry for Tortuga: Flail of the Coast</title>
			<description>A fictional adaption of the life of Francois L'Ollonnais, who was one of the most ruthless pirates in the Spanish Main, during the Golden Age of piracy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/224798/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Possessions</title>
			<description>Lake Heart and its surrounding community of Wonderland had a deep history. Nestled in the Ozark Mountains of northern Arkansas, it had only become a tourist magnet since the entertainment boom of the little town of Branson, Missouri. Branson itself was something of a phenomenon in that it was a town..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Eye of the Beholder</title>
			<description>The drive to the house wasn&amp;rsquo;t as long as Hal had expected it to be. The typical weekend tourist traffic had already come and gone, and longing for the peace and tranquility of the lake in off-season was just what Hal had in mind for the trip. Aside from that, this was the first trip to the hou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cheshire333/220804/</link>
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			<title>Lake Heart</title>
			<description>Part 1 - Wonderland</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two - A Rude Awakening</title>
			<description>He woke to the sound of gunfire. The small campfire he&amp;rsquo;d built earlier in the night had dwindled down to a few smoldering ashes, and as he woke, he was suddenly struck by the forest&amp;rsquo;s cold night air. He&amp;rsquo;d fallen asleep by the fire, dismissing his tent, which had taken a full hour t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One - Darkness</title>
			<description>The small bit of light provided by the dim, moonlit hallway displayed little more than a view of a mattress on a bare floor. The room itself was about the size he&amp;rsquo;d expected from a hospital recovery unit, but it looked as though it hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen a patient in years; decades, maybe. God only..</description>
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			<title>Candles</title>
			<description>Knowing too much can kill you</description>
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			<title>A few attempts at Haiku</title>
			<description>Sorry, it's an addiction.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Pool of Tears</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266065;Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won&amp;#2013266066;t she be savage if I&amp;#2013266066;ve kept her waiting!&amp;#2013266066;</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Down the Rabbit-Hole</title>
			<description>&amp;#2013266065;Well!&amp;#2013266066; thought Alice to herself, &amp;#2013266065;after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs!&amp;#2013266066;</description>
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